At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918 the fighting in the Great War came to an end. In the United States we observe this day as Veterans Day, a day to honor all of those who have served in the armed forces of the United States. The Bloomfield Civic Band is proud to have many veterans among our members past and present. Indeed, some of the founding members of the Civic Band were veterans who had returned from World War II.
In the Commonwealth of Nations the eleventh day of November is known as Remembrance Day, a day to honor those who lost their lives in the Great War. The Bloomfield Civic Band is proud to honor those who entered military service and later returned to civilian life as well as those who gave their lives in service to their country.
A poem written to honor the dead of the Great War is often read on Remembrance Day. It is a fitting tribute for this day.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.